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Apathetic Eyes

How does it feel, love?
(Can I call you that?)
Your once brown eyes, so distant
Cold and apathetic
I don’t understand,
this flow of plundering silence,
between us,
(What changed?)
Where did you go?
Your heart,
is all locked up in fragments,
I don’t seem to understand,
how parched your field of mind is
(help)

All I’m asking, love,
What is the password to your heart?
How do I get in,
now, that you’ve pushed me away?
How do I talk,  
now that there’s an indescribable silence,
a void, an enigma of coalitions,
your face, a piece I can’t comprehend,
your mind, I don’t recognize, it’s quite complex,
it’s far from reality, yet so down to earth,
Ah, paradox? You called me that so many times.
I am but a paradox.
You’ve become one too.

It is like the poets say,
We end up mirroring those we love,
Maybe…
Maybe…
You ended up an amalgamation of my mistakes,
like the ones I’ve done over and over again
And I’m sorry, mi amor,
But again, I only need the password to your heart,
Then maybe, just maybe.
I can figure this all out.
(I say this, as I lay in front of your grave
Let me move on, love
I’m tired.)

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Graveyard of Pain

We bury the pain we brought
And dance it away in ballads from lands,
far, far away
We take the pain
And turn it to sweet resolution
As dawn turns to dusk
The melodies fill us with warmth,
that wrap us like fresh hay
And we say Sayonara, dear sorrow
Don't come back again
For your absence shall not be missed
And misery need not come back again

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I'd rather stay awake

My mom used to say,
Dreams are stories of,
the unconscious mind.

I’ve healed, Doctor
I’ve healed, Mom and Dad
I’ve healed, I tell everyone I see

Dreams, oh conniving dreams
of the wicked.
You don’t let me forget,
my past,
do you?
(will you please let me go?)

Precarious stories,
are what the mind sees
A poignant character
Heartless yet so full of heart
And then the dreams show,
The detailed past.
(I’m tired,
of this)

Things I’ve done,
Lost halves,
Mistakes I’ve made,
Words I’ve said,
Paths I’ve crossed,
Regrets, Oh the burn of,
REGRETS,
pain me one too many times.

One can heal, doctor
One can truly heal
But these memories?
Why do they glue,
to me like I am,
but a slave to the past?

What else is a girl to do,
But forget the repetition of the,
dire, excruciating dreams?

My past taught me how to,
forget, 
And never remember.
(I still remember everything,
everything)

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Guilty as charged

A poet once said,
Never trust blood with,
traces of ink.
Never trust the hand,
that holds the pen.
Poets? We’re Liars.

Your Honour,
I’m guilty, I know.
My crime? Obsession.
I have a problem, I admit.
Everyone,
does. 
How art thou so different from me?

Obsession is a ravishing,
hunt for satiation,
this adoration, you,
never got,
(Was I never enough?)

Obsession is a beautiful lad,
of 25,
Sharp claws,
(in hindsight)
that sucks out purpose,
with a mere handshake.

Obsession has pearly whites,
that gets you dreamy
(Why aren’t mine like that?)
Lost in a daze for weeks,
Faux dopamine, perchance?

Obsession uses metaphors,
Articulate words,
Fancy accents,
Rich cologne,
And wallets full of cash
Capitalist, enough?
(But you’re hypnotizing me)

Obsession made me,
smile with,
gut-wrenching pain,
as he drew out blood.